【有声英语文学名著】战争与和平 Book 8（21）

 Chapter 21 - Prince Andrey returns to Moscow

 
Pierre drove to Marya Dmitrievna’s to tell her of the fulfillment of her wish that Kuragin should be banished 1 from Moscow. The whole house was in a state of alarm and commotion 2. Natasha was very ill, having, as Marya Dmitrievna told him in secret, poisoned herself the night after she had been told that Anatole was married, with some arsenic 3 she had stealthily procured 4. After swallowing a little she had been so frightened that she woke Sonya and told her what she had done. The necessary antidotes 5 had been administered in time and she was now out of danger, though still so weak that it was out of the question to move her to the country, and so the countess had been sent for. Pierre saw the distracted count, and Sonya, who had a tear-stained face, but he could not see Natasha.
Pierre dined at the club that day and heard on all sides gossip about the attempted abduction of Rostova. He resolutely 6 denied these rumors 7, assuring everyone that nothing had happened except that his brother-in-law had proposed to her and been refused. It seemed to Pierre that it was his duty to conceal 8 the whole affair and re-establish Natasha’s reputation.
He was awaiting Prince Andrey’s return with dread 9 and went every day to the old prince’s for news of him.
Old Prince Bolkonsky heard all the rumors current in the town from Mademoiselle Bourienne and had read the note to Princess Marya in which Natasha had broken off her engagement. He seemed in better spirits than usual and awaited his son with great impatience 10.
Some days after Anatole’s departure Pierre received a note from Prince Andrey, informing him of his arrival and asking him to come to see him.
As soon as he reached Moscow, Prince Andrey had received from his father Natasha’s note to Princess Marya breaking off her engagement (Mademoiselle Bourienne had purloined 11 it from Princess Marya and given it to the old prince), and he heard from him the story of Natasha’s elopement, with additions.
Prince Andrey had arrived in the evening and Pierre came to see him next morning. Pierre expected to find Prince Andrey in almost the same state as Natasha and was therefore surprised on entering the drawing room to hear him in the study talking in a loud animated 12 voice about some intrigue 13 going on in Petersburg. The old prince’s voice and another now and then interrupted him. Princess Marya came out to meet Pierre. She sighed, looking toward the door of the room where Prince Andrey was, evidently intending to express her sympathy with his sorrow, but Pierre saw by her face that she was glad both at what had happened and at the way her brother had taken the news of Natasha’s faithlessness.
“He says he expected it,” she remarked. “I know his pride will not let him express his feelings, but still he has taken it better, far better, than I expected. Evidently it had to be. . . . ”
“But is it possible that all is really ended?” asked Pierre.
Princess Marya looked at him with astonishment 14. She did not understand how he could ask such a question. Pierre went into the study. Prince Andrey, greatly changed and plainly in better health, but with a fresh horizontal wrinkle between his brows, stood in civilian 15 dress facing his father and Prince Meshcherski, warmly disputing and vigorously gesticulating. The conversation was about Speranski — the news of whose sudden exile and alleged 16 treachery had just reached Moscow.
“Now he is censured 17 and accused by all who were enthusiastic about him a month ago,” Prince Andrey was saying, “and by those who were unable to understand his aims. To judge a man who is in disfavor and to throw on him all the blame of other men’s mistakes is very easy, but I maintain that if anything good has been accomplished 18 in this reign 19 it was done by him, by him alone.”
He paused at the sight of Pierre. His face quivered and immediately assumed a vindictive 20 expression.
“Posterity will do him justice,” he concluded, and at once turned to Pierre.
“Well, how are you? Still getting stouter 21?” he said with animation 22, but the new wrinkle on his forehead deepened. “Yes, I am well,” he said in answer to Pierre’s question, and smiled.
To Pierre that smile said plainly: “I am well, but my health is now of no use to anyone.”
After a few words to Pierre about the awful roads from the Polish frontier, about people he had met in Switzerland who knew Pierre, and about M. Dessalles, whom he had brought from abroad to be his son’s tutor, Prince Andrey again joined warmly in the conversation about Speranski which was still going on between the two old men.
“If there were treason, or proofs of secret relations with Napoleon, they would have been made public,” he said with warmth and haste. “I do not, and never did, like Speranski personally, but I like justice!”
Pierre now recognized in his friend a need with which he was only too familiar, to get excited and to have arguments about extraneous 23 matters in order to stifle 24 thoughts that were too oppressive and too intimate. When Prince Meshcherski had left, Prince Andrey took Pierre’s arm and asked him into the room that had been assigned him. A bed had been made up there, and some open portmanteaus and trunks stood about. Prince Andrey went to one and took out a small casket, from which he drew a packet wrapped in paper. He did it all silently and very quickly. He stood up and coughed. His face was gloomy and his lips compressed.
“Forgive me for troubling you . . . ”
Pierre saw that Prince Andrey was going to speak of Natasha, and his broad face expressed pity and sympathy. This expression irritated Prince Andrey, and in a determined 25, ringing, and unpleasant tone he continued:
“I have received a refusal from Countess Rostova and have heard reports of your brother-in-law having sought her hand, or something of that kind. Is that true?”
“Both true and untrue,” Pierre began; but Prince Andrey interrupted him.
“Here are her letters and her portrait,” said he.
He took the packet from the table and handed it to Pierre.
“Give this to the countess . . . if you see her.”
“She is very ill,” said Pierre.
“Then she is here still?” said Prince Andrey. “And Prince Kuragin?” he added quickly.
“He left long ago. She has been at death’s door.”
“I much regret her illness,” said Prince Andrey; and he smiled like his father, coldly, maliciously 26, and unpleasantly.
“So Monsieur Kuragin has not honored Countess Rostova with his hand?” said Prince Andrey, and he snorted several times.
“He could not marry, for he was married already,” said Pierre.
Prince Andrey laughed disagreeably, again reminding one of his father.
“And where is your brother-in-law now, if I may ask?” he said.
“He has gone to Peters . . . But I don’t know,” said Pierre.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” said Prince Andrey. “Tell Countess Rostova that she was and is perfectly 27 free and that I wish her all that is good.”
Pierre took the packet. Prince Andrey, as if trying to remember whether he had something more to say, or waiting to see if Pierre would say anything, looked fixedly 28 at him.
“I say, do you remember our discussion in Petersburg?” asked Pierre, “about . . . ”
“Yes,” returned Prince Andrey hastily. “I said that a fallen woman should be forgiven, but I didn’t say I could forgive her. I can’t.”
“But can this be compared . . .?” said Pierre.
Prince Andrey interrupted him and cried sharply: “Yes, ask her hand again, be magnanimous, and so on? . . . Yes, that would be very noble, but I am unable to follow in that gentleman’s footsteps. If you wish to be my friend never speak to me of that . . . of all that! Well, good-by. So you’ll give her the packet?”
Pierre left the room and went to the old prince and Princess Marya.
The old man seemed livelier than usual. Princess Marya was the same as always, but beneath her sympathy for her brother, Pierre noticed her satisfaction that the engagement had been broken off. Looking at them Pierre realized what contempt and animosity they all felt for the Rostovs, and that it was impossible in their presence even to mention the name of her who could give up Prince Andrey for anyone else.
At dinner the talk turned on the war, the approach of which was becoming evident. Prince Andrey talked incessantly 29, arguing now with his father, now with the Swiss tutor Dessalles, and showing an unnatural 30 animation, the cause of which Pierre so well understood.